The wong pei fruit are ripe now. Golden grapes. And so are the dragon fruit, which grow on sausage links made of cactus. They are parasitic sausage links that hang in clusters in wong pei trees. My body recalls the time when the wong pei trees were in full bloom and I sneeze seven times while writing this.
I’m reading about Buddhism and about stopping, about how we should all stop. The book doesn’t say what. But I think just by reading the word you know for yourself what it is. For a while I stopped writing.
A pipe burst the other day and half of Lamma was without water for almost twelve hours. Suddenly everyone was thinking about water at the same time. Suddenly everyone was feeling the heat. All because the water stopped.